Left behind by migration
I could only...

...desiccated earth
where the river used to flow...

Silvery tangles frame
a face spun with spider threads...

Eyes that don't see
see the things that you do...

What do you do...
when laughter no longer wants to live in your...

It was December now
and Kuebiko noticed that...

Wind gust topples nest
eggs shells shattered on concrete...

As breathless curtains stir
to melodies of the singing tree...

....and, that's where I found you
asleep on the garden swing...

Inhale earth's perfume
emanating from moist soil...

In a sun-scorched field
he stands...

A razor sharp tongue
cuts deeper than any knife...